# 1626
Chapter 1626: Lin Qiye vs An Qingyu Battle
In the漫天 dust, the 深红（crimson）figure slowly walked out:
"It seems... your ability doesn't work on me?"
As the words fell, Lin Qiye turned into a shadow, crossing the ruins in a breath, and raised a fist before An Qingyu once more...
BANG—!
The second punch landed. As An Qingyu's body had just mostly repaired itself, the scarlet flesh suddenly solidified into a mysterious black crystal, like a massive shield blocking the way. When Lin Qiye's fist struck it, a dizzying tremor rang out.
Countless cracks spread across the black crystal's surface before shattering and scattering!
Lin Qiye felt a sharp pain in his fist, and the recoil forced him back several steps. He frowned, looking at what lay behind the shattered black crystal shield.
An Qingyu's newly reformed flesh body was also struck by the tremendous force, with one arm exploding into a cloud of blood mist. Before the flesh could regenerate and heal, he dispersed into countless blood-red mice, reconverging hundreds of meters away.
Skin reappeared on that hollow blood face. An Qingyu gazed at the distant Lin Qiye, his expression grave.
Lin Qiye's body couldn't be reorganized, and he possessed变态（grotesque）strength and defense. In a sense, this made him extremely克制（counter）to An Qingyu's abilities... Even if he could regenerate infinitely, continuing like this, there was no telling how long the fight would last.
Could it be that he would have to use that?
An Qingyu watched Lin Qiye approaching, his eyes glinting. After a moment, he took a deep breath and used those blood-red fingers to paint a long arc across the surface of his gray pupil.
A mysterious and vast aura suddenly descended over London!
The instant this aura appeared, Lin Qiye's身形（figure）stuttered. He looked up to see the corner of a虚幻（illusory）gateway rapidly taking shape above An Qingyu.
"So this is the Gate of Truth..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself.
Standing before this illusory gate, he felt his own existence extremely渺小（insignificant）. A sense of life-and-death crisis welled up in his heart!
This is bad.
Lin Qiye's mind raced. He stomped the ground hard, his body turning into a red blur that charged directly toward An Qingyu's face!
Since the Gate of Truth was dependent on An Qingyu's existence, the best way to eliminate the crisis was naturally to attack An Qingyu's true body!
Just as Lin Qiye's form was about to touch An Qingyu, the latter's pupils slightly contracted. The earth beneath their feet suddenly thrust upward with thousands of black spikes, like a blooming thorn flower, pinning the crimson figure in place.
Lin Qiye let out a roar and恐怖的（terrifying）strength swept away a patch of black spikes, but these things were endless, constantly binding his form, leaving countless tiny blood holes across his skin.
As An Qingyu's eyes slowly closed, the虚幻（illusory）gateway suspended in the sky also solidified to its extreme, as if a corner of the Gate of Truth had truly descended upon this ruins above.
The death crisis in Lin Qiye's heart grew increasingly intense!
At that moment, two armored figures suddenly charged out from left and right!
Crackling thunderlight leapt from their sword edges, piercing directly through An Qingyu's raised palm, then slashing down hard, tearing off one of his arms.
Dozens of meters away, Charles was clad in red and white armor, countless thunderbolts dancing around his body, looking like a thunder god descended to earth.
The other one-armed figure held a sword in one hand, riding the wind to rush before An Qingyu. Sword light mixed with wind blades, in a breath cutting his body into several chunks of bloody fragments!
Tyler stared at the scattered enemy before him, his expression savage:
"You want to kill Lady Saint? I'll chop you to pieces first!!"
Wind blades raged outward. Covered in blood, Tyler was like a madman, slicing the nearby An Qingyu into pieces with strike after strike. Among the flying limbs, a closed eye twitched slightly, then snapped open!
Gray pupils locked with Tyler. In the next instant, Tyler felt agonizing pain from every part of his body. In Charles and Lin Qiye's sight, his bones shattered inch by inch, his entire body forcibly crushed into the air into a ball of meat!
As Tyler's scream of agony just rang out, his trachea was pierced by his own ribs. Those savage eyes rapidly dimmed.
Gurgle...
A bloody mass of flesh rolled to the edge of the ruins, completely lifeless.
But as this gray eye opened, the虚影（phantom）of the Gate of Truth in the sky also vanished without a trace, as if some mysterious ritual had been interrupted, and the vast mysterious aura dissipated.
An Qingyu's dismembered body rapidly healed. Perhaps due to the interrupted ritual, his face was somewhat pale.
BOOM—!!
Meanwhile, Lin Qiye had torn a bloody path through the thorns, striding forward. His clothes and skin were riddled with holes, but none of the wounds were deep, not having penetrated his internal organs.
Breathing heavily, he charged toward An Qingyu. Through the holes in his tattered shirt, a mysterious golden pattern could be seen, glowing faintly at the position on his chest that had been struck by Chloe's holy light.
"【Covenant】?!" The moment Charles saw the golden pattern, shock appeared on his face. "How is this possible? How could he have the mark of the 【Covenant】? That is..."
Charles seemed to think of something. He猛地（sharply）turned to look at Chloe sleeping on the stone platform, his pupils slightly dilating.
Pale-faced An Qingyu dodged Lin Qiye's close-range attacks one after another. It seemed the interrupted ritual had drained him considerably. He distanced himself from Lin Qiye again, then turned to look toward the distance. A gray Six-Winged Seraph figure was also rushing toward this location.
His brow tightly furrowed. Just as he was about to make a move, a smoke-like figure drifted silently to his back.
Slash—!!
A short blade sliced through the void, directly cutting An Qingyu's body in half at the waist. His upper body flew off. Apart from bone and flesh, the center of his skin was empty, like a hollowed-out flesh doll.
Number 27 gripped the short blade. Seeing this, his eyes slightly narrowed:
"As expected, your internal organs have disappeared."
Lin Qiye witnessed this, a look of astonishment appearing in his eyes as well. It was his first time seeing such a scene... But how could a person's internal organs just vanish into thin air? Without these things, how was An Qingyu still alive?
An Qingyu's brow was locked tight. His upper body hovering in the air rapidly regenerated, restoring his original form. He glanced at Number 27, a flash of determination crossing his gaze. He turned and charged directly toward the direction of the church!
"Lin Qiye, your stuff!" As Lin Qiye was about to swing his fist to stop An Qingyu, Number 27's voice came from behind. Lin Qiye looked back to see a broken sword being forcefully thrown his way by Number 27.
The moment he saw that broken sword, Lin Qiye's heart slightly trembled.
Without hesitation, he directly grabbed the hilt of Ame-no-Murakumo, using it to soar into the sky, and slashed directly toward An Qingyu's head!!